Sightless and Soulless
Wooden figures
Held together by iron hinges.
A bit of glue here and there
But you wouldn’t notice it.
They’re all the same,
But that one with the crack?
You hate it.
It stares at you from the shelf
With an empty glare,
Always wanting to get closer.
But you leave it there,
And there it stays.
Copyright © Correagndslkhsj Loaifhshfasjkh | Year Posted 2019
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